The Awakening Of Chastity Ch 06

A Work Of Fiction.

Chapter 6 - On Her Back

Terri :

Martika goes "Right. Tom, you know the deal. Fuck off and come back at the end of Chastity's shift. Let's see what the bitch can do today. Chastity, say your goodbyes."

And so, once again, I say bye to Tom; that I'll see him later and that I love him.

He echoes those sentiments back, holds my hand and says "Have a wonderful time." grins, then kisses me on the lips, before being escorted out the front door by Martika.

Within a few minutes, Jackie arrives - the front-of-house - and she welcomes me back.

"Had a good time last time. I knew you'd be back, luv.." she beamed.

Donna turns up next, as does Wendy closely behind. No Sarah?

"No, her day off bitch. Nice to see you again. Ready to sell cunt?" she asks, patting my leather clad vagina region.

I smile, grin....take a drag of my cigarette and, in a plume of excess smoke, state "I hope so. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to sell myself again, now would I?"

Martika grins.

"Fuckin' slags!" she moans under her breath.

After Wendy makes herself a cup of tea, and Candy has got me and her tumblers of vodka, Martika does her pep talk. Motivating the troops, as it were, to sell ourselves.

Candy is chain smoking another cigarette as I'm putting out mine.

It lasts around 5..10..minutes, but Candy especially, she's transfixed on what Martika is saying.

Part confidence, part building us up, part understanding the role we play - important, of course - in her little empire. Part making us proud of selling ourselves for her.

Martika :

The slags know what they're there for. I just have to remind them, each and every morning. Obviously, breaking down your sister Candy all those years ago, I have to keep her...and them on point...that they have value, that they have worth...that whoring is an honourable achievement....for me...for my little empire.

My 'Band Of Bitches' are the most respected in the area. We get no shit. We take no shit. I take no shit. Work for me, respect me and keep up that reputation. That's all that matters. Reputation is everything. Do that and you gain respect yourself.

Candy, that bitch knows. Fear works on her. Or had in the past. Now she's very pliable. She does what the fuck I tell her. Never questions, 'cos she knows now better than that. She knows that my opinion matters. She knows that my opinion is the only one.

I tell that slag what to wear, what colours to put on, what to drink, what drugs to take. They fall in line behind her. Donna does. Wendy? That bitch just does a good job and keeps her head down. Sara? Likewise. This Chastity, I think, she'll follow what the other bitches are doing...Just open your legs. Fuck 'em. That's all they need to do.

Simple.

Terri:

Martika leaves and Jackie gets us back to reality and opens up. The men start coming....

First Candy - naturally - is picked.

Donna lights up. We chat a little. She tells me of her punters last night. Sounds cool. I'm getting treated as one of the other tarts now. It feels good. It feels......nice.

Treated as an equal.

We throw anecdotes around, just for fun....and a punter is led into the lounge, wanting to screw Donna.

"Here, have this..." Donna says, taking a final drag of her half smoked cigarette before passing it onto me.

"Thanks babe.." I answer, putting it between my fingers.

She goes off, her own red leather skirt creaking on the sofa as she gets up and walks over to her client.

Meanwhile...

Her cigarette. Her DNA on the filter. Her lipstick. The cigarette of a long-time hardened prostitute....everything that I am here, trying to represent. Her life. Her sex life. Her career. Her attitude....all on this cigarette.

Excitement.

I put the cigarette to my lips.....suck....hollow out those cheeks...and take a long, hard drag...

I feel Donna's spirit enter my body....into my throat...into my lungs....deep... deep...down...

...and, as I exhale....I feel that attitude.

It strangely makes me connected...as I finish and stub out the butt. I feel more like a proper prostitute, not some stupid fuckin' housewife that's playing at it for thrills.

Jackie leads a man in as I'm stubbing out that cigarette. He wants me. Right. Professional head on. This is my life, my career, today....

I smile...take his hand and lead him upstairs....I have my own little bag in tow too.

I lead him into the room, asking him to strip off and make himself comfortable as I use the toilet.

Donna...I can hear her breathless moans from a room nearby. Wendy....I can faintly make out her muffled comments as that creaking bed frame comes loud and clear through the walls of the bathroom.

Washing my hands....getting turned on by the sounds...heavy slapping groin on groin from where I know Wendy is....the orchestrations of erotica.....and turning my attention to the little ornament with the wi fi camera feed, straight to Tom's tablet.... getting it set up....then sending him a text....just so he can see how corrupt I have become. I'm back in the room and my man is naked....and....excited from the looks of things.

I make some small talk as I place the ornament in a good position to catch the action...

Then....I do what I've been paid for.

I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this punter!

He's on his elbows, on the bed, looking at me...and I saunter over to him and, with a coy smile, pull up my little leather mini skirt, and get on top of him. I kneel, stroke his penis and position it to my vagina's entrance and slowly lower myself on top of him.

I...am...feeling....that.

I slowly ride, hand on his chest for balance and for sensory pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm....babe!" I coo.

...and begin to increase the tempo......moans....whimpers....they betray my body...as skin slaps on skin...breathless noises....whispers of "You're so good." as I lean my head back and take it all in.

Lost in the moment...and then I feel him tense, underneath me....then relax...

I ease myself off my punter and climb down from the bed, shimmying my skirt down and feeling that oh too familiar sensation of the battle between semen vs gravity...gravity always wins.

My punter, he gets off the creaking bed and gets himself dressed. I put myself in the way of the ornament and make a smile.

Once ready, I lead my conquest down the stairs and fluff up my hair.

Jackie takes over.

I pass both Wendy and Donna with their next customers in the hallway and settle down on the sofa.

Candy's taking a sip from her drink as I sit down beside her.

"Your man good?" she asks.

"Yeah....just rode him. He was quite quick." I smile.

We talk a little shop. I like that.

Another punter come by and picks Candy and she's soon off again, making memories for this older gentleman.

And so it goes. I get some sort of rhythm going...some sequence....

Punter, wait, punter, cigarette, punter, line of coke, punter, vodka...and then repeat the sequence.

I feel better today, than last time. Coping with that pacing. Coping with all the smoking, the drinking and the drugs. The sex? I still get a little sore but the excitement and the cocaine help to put that on the backburner.

Lunch? Something light again, this week, alongside cups of tea for us all. Jackie makes them as we sit and again chat together between punters.

It's all very normal.

"We're all very normal, Chastity.." begins Wendy.

"I thought you'd get that by now..." mutters Donna, under her breath "...and, ok, some of us use gear and stuff.." she points at her track marks on her arm "...but we still gotta eat, buy stuff from the shops and all that shit."

Wendy nods in agreement.

"Know what I'm doing tomorrow, bitch?" she asks me.

Before I can answer..."The plumber's 'round, fixing my boiler. That's real life shit. That's stuff that people have no fuckin' clue about 'cos they have this fantasy - like you have - of being a prossie and that life is all sex, sex, sex."

"It is for me. " butts in Candy. "That's all my owner wants me to think about. That's all I need to think about. But I get your drift."

I sip my tea. I get her. I get it. Still...fun fantasy.

Martika :

The reality of being a prossie is just what it is. People have no fuckin' clue. We get shit for what we do, what we represent. People have their own opinion of us, usually that we're dirty and something that people shouldn't even talk to, let alone look at. We're pariahs. Disgusting. Sordid.

There's strength in numbers. Sticking together. Whoring. Being what we represent.

I drill into my bitches that they have to represent that, day in day out. Whether they're working or not. Representing that ideology, by looking and dressing like the slags that they are. That we are. Being true to that. Not flinching in the face of what is seen as the 'mainstream'.

People are afraid of what they don't know about. I've always made sure that the people in my nearby area know that I hook. With that defiance comes normality, with that normality comes not so much acceptance but tolerance.

I've - literally - had to beat that into some of my bitches.

Terri :

Then, after lunch, it's continue. A steady stream of punters. I get a steady stream of messages from Tim, my husband, about 'Enjoying The Show', which is good to hear - including him into what was his fantasy to begin with - and don't really feel self conscious.

This time, I'm 'present' when Wendy leaves to pick up her son. I'm aware and we embrace and she wishes me a good evening's work.

Then onto the evening.

Things really kick into gear. It gets busy and there's really not much time between punters.

Candy? That girl is constantly taking men upstairs and banging them. Then back down and showing them the door. Constant. She grins, whenever I pass her on the stairs...and I pass her quite a bit too.

"It's tiring, but this is what I'm here for. Something to come in. As long as I'm making coin for my owner. That's all that matters..." says Candy, when I do manage to get a moment to talk.

Punters really do range from older men, to twenty-somethings, local sports celebs, business men...all types. Candy comes downstairs with another woman, a few times today, and it hits me that we fuck both sexes too.

I've never been with a woman.

I wonder what that's like?

So far, I've just fucked punters or blown them. Jackie introduces a new punter to me and then, quietly whispers, "He's doing you anal. You ok with that?". I look her in the eye..stoned, sure...but still aware of my actions...and nod in agreement and smile.

"I'm a ho. This is what we do..." I tell myself. Repeating the mantra.

My man is, what? My age. Smells nice. Usually goes with Sarah, but he likes the look of me. We're upstairs and trying to talk between the sounds of Donna and her punter getting it on. I'm using a different room for this - Candy's got mine, which means that Tom is seeing what a professional Candy is.

I'm using Candy's....and the air is thick with the smell of her perfume, masking her cigarette smell and, definitely, the smell of sex. Lots of sex.

He tells me to bend over and pull up my skirt, I shimmy it up, over my hips and bend over the edge of the bed.

He also wants me to smoke.

"Do you smoke?" he asks.

"Well, yes, luv. We all do..."

He throws Candy's cigarettes and lighter towards me. I reach out and take a cigarette from the packet and put it between my lips, just as I hear him shuffle forward. I can see his trainers. I light up....take a drag....as I hear the wrapper tear and the sound, and brief sight, of him putting on his rubber.

He presses against me. My bottom.....I take a deep breath.....

"You done this before?" he asks, sounding like he's really concentrating.

"Sure, all the time babe..." I lie, taking a huge drag of my cigarette to try and calm the fuck down!

I've never done this. This is new. But, as I said, this is what a ho would do. I know that Candy gets it up her arse all the time 'cos she told me.

I feel a little lube on my arse and then he eases himself into me....with force....but slow...steady...concentrated...inch by inch.....until I feel like I'm splitting in two....I can feel him in my bowels.

I let that cigarette dangle between my lips as I steady myself with my hands on the bed as he starts moving inside of me...slowly at first then really picking up the pace.

He's moving....he's groaning...skin slapping skin...sore...on fire....but wetness from my vagina. It's turning me on, let alone him.

He grabs at my waist...at my hips...and bucks me harder and harder...faster and faster. He pulls me in and up......and cums!

He pulls out and I get myself up from the bed. He slaps my arse! Shocking. I turn around to see him grinning at me.

He throws the used rubber into the waste paper basket by the bedside cabinet. It draws my eyes towards it. Yep, if any evidence was needed, there's quite a collection of used rubbers in there. More than likely all from Candy's anal exploits.

After I take him downstairs, and show him the door, I'm quickly up to use the toilet. Bum sore. Feels like I need a quick poo.

I'm downstairs for a bit and both Candy and Donna are in the backroom, doing some lines. I tell them I'm exhausted.

It has been a very busy day. I've lost count of just how many men I've done today...this afternoon....tonight. It's a lot. My feet are sore. My calves are tired, after being in these heels and going up these stairs all day.

Candy wipes her nose after doing a couple of great big lines, just as Donna is taking her place, and beckons me over.

"C'mon, bitch. Just bang out some coke. It'll keep you going. We've still got plenty of bed work to do tonight. It's only 11 pm. 4 more hours, slag. The home run." advises Candy.

"This'll help." smiles Donna after she gets up.

I get on my knees, chop up a couple of big fat lines and take them up...one by one...each nostril. Huge rush. Like an ice cream headache.

I'm up....and I'm good to go.

Donna lights my cigarette and we wait for our punters....

End Of Part 6